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  “Like that?”

  I gasp and groan, fuck yeah I like it. I push back a bit, search out more of his touch, crave the pleasure his hand is giving me.

  “Yeah, you do, don’t you?” He leans over me again, fingers circling my clit, his body against mine. I savor his weight, his touch.

  I whimper. Can’t talk. Can’t move. It’s all feeling and focused on my ass and clit. He’s doing a gentle thrust in and out, making my nerves sing while he presses on my little bundle of nerves.

  Fuck it, I ride his hand, take what I want.

  “That’s it.” He moves with me. “Fuck my hand, baby.”

  So I do. I rock back into him, feel what he’s doing to me and fly high, listen to his heavy breathing and enjoy every second. The fingers slip from my clit and into my cunt, stretch and fill me. My pussy clenches on the invasion and I scream with the penetration.

  “Yes,” I hiss.

  He starts pumping then, deeper, in and out, fingers touching those sweet spots while the hint of naughty, his thumb in my ass, just makes it all that more delicious.

  I moan and groan, whimper and beg while he keeps up the move. “Yeah, please, more…”

  “You’ve got a greedy little cunt, don’t you?”

  “Yes. Please…”

  God, I wanna come, wanna get fucked, just plain wanna do whatever the fuck he wants.

  That delicious hand disappears and I can’t keep my mouth shut, can’t stop from crying out. “No!”

  He chuckles and spins me around, grips the chain between my cuffs once again and starts walking. I hurry after him to keep from falling. What a sight I have to make, panties gone, skirt around my waist and breasts bared.

  At the door to the rest of the house, he pauses long enough to push me ahead of him and into a large kitchen. Again I’m half dragged as he moves me toward the large island. A sink dominates one end while the other is bare, stools tucked beneath the shining, granite countertop.

  He sweeps the wooden bar stools away and hefts me onto the cool surface, and I swear as it connects with my heated pussy. I know there’ll be a wet spot when he finally lets me down, but right now, I don’t really care. All I can think about is the dark, sexy look on my stepbrother’s face and the thick cock tenting his slacks as if it’s desperate to be let free.

  Instead of settling between my spread thighs as I expected, he skirts the island, still gripping the cuffs, and I gasp as he lifts them high, up and over my head. I have no choice but to follow, lie back against the hard surface, arms spread high and the chain of the cuffs hooked over the faucet.

  I wriggle, feel my tits jiggle as I test my bonds and watch him walk back around. His gaze is hot, scorching while his focus travels over every inch of exposed skin. Goose bumps follow in his wake. I don’t say a word, just wait and watch. What can I say? I’ve wanted to fuck him for forever and he’d tied me up half naked. I figure the night’s going pretty damned well.

  He reaches the end of the island and then slides to his knees between my thighs, face eye level with my aching pussy. Fuck. Yeah. My entire body clenches in anticipation while his hot breath fans over my wet, heated skin. My clit is hard, throbbing and ready for whatever he has in mind.

  He doesn’t keep me waiting. With a growl, he licks along the seam of my lips, licking and lapping at my hot flesh, tongue stroking every inch of my needy pussy. I moan when he finds my clit, circles and flicks the nerve-filled nub with feather light touches before he sucks it between his lips. I widen my thighs, hook my heels around his shoulders and pull him closer, hips rocking as I grind my pussy against his mouth. My eyes roll back in pleasure when that talented tongue travels down and dips into my cunt, circles the opening.

  He pulls away for a moment, fingers holding my pussy lips apart. “Fuck, baby, you taste so good.”

  I whimper, arch my back as he dives back in, fucks me with his tongue and then sucks on my clit as if it were a piece of candy. Heat and need and want roll through me as I ride his mouth, whiskers brushing my lips, scratching, stinging and making the pleasure all that more intense. I keep moving with him, rocking and rolling, pussy clenching and tightening around his tongue, hands gripping the faucet. Like the slut I am, I enjoy every moment, every drop of heaven he gives me. God, I can’t even describe it. It’s like lightning shooting through me, fireworks blasting, and the best chocolate cake all in one. It’s there, my orgasm dancing nearer with each passing second. Every lick, flick and suck driving me closer. I want to reach out and hug it close, drag it to me.

  My breath is coming in pants and I can’t think past what Drew is doing to my pussy. “Fuckfuckfuck…”

  “Oh, you’ll get it, baby. Hard as you fucking want.”

  The cuffs rattle as I roll my hips against his mouth once again.

  “Suck me…use your tongue,” I gasp. “Nearly there…”

  He slides his tongue along my slit from heat to clit, sucks on the hard nub that needs his attention. Pleasure, that lovely bliss that’s been dancing from my grasp since the first touch of his lips, slides closer, boils deep within me. A shudder slithers down my spine, settles between my legs and wraps around my pussy. It clenches, another shot of need zinging through me. It’s…right…there…

  He stops and stands, mouth shining with my cream, heat and arousal still written across his face. “Oh no, baby. You only come when I tell you.”

  Drew doesn’t bother with removing his shirt. No, his hands go to his belt buckle, impatient fingers tugging at the leather, releasing the button and lowering his zipper. I crane my neck to watch as his cock escapes its confinement. It’s as thick as I imagined, nice and long with a broad, reddened head. The tip glistens with pre-cum, and I watch as he strokes his shaft from root to tip, smears the fluid over the head and then repeats the motion.

  “You’re gonna come all over my cock, screaming my name.”

  I lick my lips. “Is that so? How about you stop with all the talking and make me?”

  Instead of a response, he steps between my legs, runs the head of his dick along the seam of my pussy. Up and down, a little extra pressure here and there, a nudge of my clit every once in a while. Fuck, I want this. I know I keep thinking it and aching for it, but it’s true. He takes one hand and moves my leg until I’m open wide, heel once again behind him. I flex my muscles, work to pull him closer, and I know he gives in to me because he wants to, not because I’m stronger than him.

  That dick, that thick and fat and delicious cock, is still playing with my pussy, making me gasp with each pass. I moan, gasp, groan and whine, the whole time I shift and rock my hips, begging for more. Finally…finally the broad head settles at my entrance and I get a good feel for how big he is a scant second before I feel the pressure. He’s pushing, and my flesh resists. He’s so big, and I might fuck a lot, but not usually guys that are this large.

  My breath catches in the back of my throat as my entire body stiffens, pussy stretching and whining at his slow invasion. A bit in, a bit out, short, sharp thrusts as he works his way inside. It hurts and feels amazing all at the same time and I can’t wait for him to fill me completely, plow my screaming cunt and make me come around his dick. I’m wriggling and moving with him, not sure if I’m trying to get closer or crawl away, but it’s all so much and not enough.

  “That’s it, just a little more.”

  His voice is hoarse and strained while he pulls out before thrusting that thick cock into my cunt once again. This time, he’s all the way in and then freezes with all of that dick stuffed inside me. As if he’s giving me a moment to get used to his presence. Fuck, my cunt doesn’t just ache, it burns with need and desire and just enough pain to make it all worthwhile. He’s too big, but I could easily get used to having him deep inside. In my pussy, my ass, my mouth.

  “Breathe, baby. It’ll feel so good soon.”

  He leans over and pulls a hardened nipple into his mouth, tongue flicking the nub, sucking and teasing. I can’t focus, attention split between the stiff co ck deep in my cunt and the hot mouth on my tit. He nibbles and suckles from one to the other, alternating, teasing and arousing me even more than before. I shift against him, back arched as I try to get closer, hips rocking as I try to get him to move. I need more, damn it. I’m panting and moaning, practically begging to get fucked.

  I bury my fingers in his hair, hold him in place. With each pull on my nipple, the burn in my pussy recedes and I’m more than ready to get fucked across the counter and back again.

  “It feels so good.” I’m panting and whining. “Fuck me,” I beg, needing him to use that stiff cock more than my next breath. Hell, I’d give up breathing entirely.

  He doesn’t answer, just shifts his hips before shoving back into me in a toe-curling thrust. I whimper as he slides in, pussy protesting for a moment before a beautiful pleasure blossoms. Every nerve ending in my cunt is alive, practically dancing each time he moves. He’s stroking all of those lovely places, making me feel so good while being so bad.

  I’ve got my stepbrother, the uptight cop, deep in my cunt and groaning along with me.

  In and out, slow entrance and retreat, he fucks me nice and deep. My pussy is fucking singing, drowning in pleasure, and the orgasm he’d robbed me of is easing closer once again.

  “That’s it, take my cock. Take it all,” he pants, hands on my hips as he drives into me, flesh slapping against flesh, and all I can do is take it. Fuck, being at his mercy just makes me wetter, needier, body demanding even more. “I’ve wanted to fuck you for years…Fuck this pretty pussy, sink into this tight cunt. Since the wedding. Wanted to bend you over and ride this.” His thumb moves, hand shifting, and he presses my clit, making me cry out. “Pretty little slut, aren’t you?”

  I shudder at the dirty words, a small thrill at learning he’d wanted me just as much, turning me on even more. He slams into me again, pussy clenching around his dick, and I arch, move with him. My body is alive, singing with pleasure while he plays me, fucks me. Again and again he pounds my cunt, splitting me, and I’m swept away with the pleasure, the need that’s driving us.

  His thumb leaves my clit and he pinches my nipple, twists the nub, gives me more pain to mingle with the unbelievable buzz of desire that’s singing in my veins. It travels through me, pausing here and there to take over my body, makes me tense and twitch while it moves from one nerve to the next. I don’t know where he ends and I begin, I’m just a jumble of want and need and fucking.

  Those mean fingers return to my clit as if he’d read my mind, as if he knows how close I am and how much more I need. He’s back to circling my nubbin, pressing at just the right times, flicking at others, giving and taking and playing me like an instrument as he pummels me with his fat cock.

  I’m sobbing and begging, wishing I could touch him as my cunt tightens around him rhythmically. I can’t even control my body any longer. It’s too much and not enough. It’s so good it almost hurts, but it’s a pain I don’t ever want to stop.

  “That’s it, come on my cock. I want to hear you scream for me.”

  I swear, the words tumbling out while I moan. He pushes all the way in, rolls his hips so he’s stroking me just where I need, and my heart stops, breath freezes in my lungs and back arches. It’s as if time stops in that split second, pleasure just cascading over me while I break and scream his name. It’s there, what I’ve been waiting for, and I can’t stop the flow, the clench and tightening, the spasms that are trailed in so much ecstasy I feel as if I’m about to die from pleasure.

  “Such a dirty girl. I’d wash your mouth out with soap, but we might use it later. Would you like that, Jamie?” He pulls out and thrusts in once again. I whimper, shocks and shivers of bliss still dancing along my nerves. “Would you like my cock in your mouth? Or do you like it just where it is?”

  It’s all humming through me now, his words, his dick, his very breath and my juices simply bathe his cock in answer. Oh god, yes. All of it, none of it, as long as I get to keep touching this dick. It’s like God’s gift to my cunt.

  He’s still moving, thrusting and pumping and fucking me as if his life depends on it, as if my pussy, coming, is the only thing worth living for.

  The familiar tension, those same shivers and shudders and tingles of pleasure, are growing with every breath. I’m climbing higher again, cunt just ready to clamp hard on his cock, come all over his thick dick while I scream his name once again. I want it all, wanna claw and scratch and bite him while I come apart on his shaft. But I’m stuck, handcuffed and only able to whimper and whine while he pummels me.

  I grunt as he fucks me harder, hand slipping away from my clit, but then he’s positioning both of my legs even wider, arms beneath my knees until I’m all pussy to him. He spreads them even wider so he can fuck me deeper, sink into my heat as far as possible, and I’m all for it. I want that cock in me.

  Fuckfuckfuck.

  It feels so good, but good doesn’t even describe it. I tug on the cuffs for leverage, rock my hips so I can slide along his length and work with him. Things are easier, pure sensation as skin slaps against skin.

  His shirt is open to the waist and I see the shift of muscle, his skin glistening with sweat while he continues fucking me, pounding my cunt and giving me what I’ve been longing for. My stepbrother, his cock buried deep and no hints of stopping just yet.

  “Take that dick. Take it.” My legs are pushed wider, his gaze on where our bodies are joined.

  “Oh god, yes…” I scream, body tensing, and then it’s there, all over me, as if I’m bathing in pure pleasure and I really can’t do anything but gasp as my world narrows to the hard onslaught of sensation.

  Drew drops all pretense of civility and picks up his pace, drives harder, moves faster, as I come all over his cock. He gives me long, hard thrusts that stretch out my climax into long, shuddering waves. His fingers bite into my thighs while he shoves into me a few more times, then stiffens, head dropped back and eyes squeezed shut.

  He’s coming. My stepbrother is coming in my tight pussy, cock jerking and pulsing against the walls of my cunt, long, hot jets of cum deep inside me. I pant, each small roll of his hips, jerk of his body, causing an aftershock of pleasure to slither through me.

  Finally, we’re both panting, unmoving and simply working our hearts to calm.

  I look up and our gazes collide as he opens his eyes. His shirt is soaked with sweat, my clothes are ruined. And I don’t care.

  That was the best fuck ever. Like, seriously.

  But he’s a cop. All moral and upstanding, and I’m waiting for the “this never should have happened” speech. Especially since I’m his stepsister.

  “That was fucking amazing.” His voice is hoarse, deep, and my pussy tightens in response. I can’t help it.

  He pulls out and I feel his cum dribble out in his wake. Thank god I’m on the pill and I know he’d never put me in danger.

  He reaches over and slides the cuffs free of the faucet. But instead of pushing me away, searching for the key to release me, he pulls me in and claims my lips. Oh. It’s good. He’s all musky male with a hint of wine from dinner and something that just seems to scream Drew. I delve into his mouth, lap at his tongue, savor ever flavor I can find and mimic what we’ve just done. The kiss is what I need to send my arousal singing again, simmering in my veins and growing with each passing moment.

  When he pulls away, we’re both breathing heavy and I feel his dick twitching against my hip, growing hard once again.

  Hell. Yeah.

  “Turn over,” he whispers against my lips. “I’m not done with you yet.”

  Grinning, I do as I’m told, arms before me, I settle over the granite countertop, legs spread and pussy ready to get used. I’m not done getting fucked by my stepbrother. Not by a long shot.

  Of course, a shrill ring interrupts us, and he drops his head to the middle of my back, growling before he pulls away. I don’t move, just prop my chin on my cupped hands and watch him move to his cell phone and flick it ope n.

  “Jones.”

  He sighs, and after a few moments of listening, ends the call. He approaches, hand skimming my back before it settles between my legs, cups my soaking pussy. “I have to go into work. I expect this pussy to be here when I get done.”

  “Just the pussy?” I raise a single brow.

  He leans forward, gives me another scorching kiss. “No, you too. I just want this cunt ready for me.”

  Hmm, I suppose I can be around when he gets off duty.

  About the Author:

  Gia Blue writes smut because she’s been cursed with an unbelievably dirty mind. Every erotic thought has her putting pen to paper and then releasing the stories to all of the naughty people in the world. A self-proclaimed whore, nympho and ex-stripper now that she’s traded her pole for a Mac. She’s embarked on an important mission to convert everyone who reads her books into jolly, one-handed readers. She’d shake your hand, but it looks like you’re busy. http://giablue.com

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